Life’s a Beach – Suntan Rondeau
To tan the skin as red bordeaux
on beach`ed spit turn bodies slow!
We mix our potion, so divine
of baby oil and iodine
and roasted skin until it glowed!
We cared not for the after show:
the blistered carcass with its blow
flies swarming over oily brine
to tan the skin.
the blistered carcass with its blow
flies swarming over oily brine
to tan the skin.
We smile regretfully with woe;
with crusty, withered soul below.
Our bodies broiled in vintage wine
of ego, thus our own design.
The body’s just a slave, you know
to tan the skin.
with crusty, withered soul below.
Our bodies broiled in vintage wine
of ego, thus our own design.
The body’s just a slave, you know
to tan the skin.
